Are We Here Yet?
Skies punctuated by floating people wherever I looked – a bizarrely common sight these days in Bir with the Paragliding World Cup behind us. Even as I write these words, three gliders slow-dance with the winds outside my window and a fourth cartwheels her canopy, shouting her glee into the winds. To get closer to the action and to get our nature fix, we drove up to Billing and scampered like lab rats set loose on the mountain.
